Chasing Tornadoes

There's something about the fast life

We all want a shot of that adrenaline high

You're a hundred-mile-an-hour slow ride

Cutting through the clouds of the Po-dunk sky

Anybody in their right mind would get the hell out of here

Yeah, go and get gone

But I'm staring in the eye of it

Even though every damn siren's on

'Cause baby, I'm a sidewinder, storm rider

I'm going down like a telephone wire

You're a Mustang runaway, two-lane drifter

I must have a thing for twisters

Hot as Arizona, cold as Colorado

Trying to catch that feeling like lightning in a bottle

I'm gonna go where the wild wind blows

Tearing up the road, chasing tornadoes

Baby, when the dust clears

I'll be hungover, just sifting through the rubble

Like a hot mess red lipstick smear

Put my heels back on, run back to the trouble

Maybe it's time I should lock it inside

Board up all the windows and doors

But I'll ignore all the warnings

At least 'til the morning

'Cause boy when you rain, you pour

'Cause baby, I'm a sidewinder, storm rider

I'm going down like a telephone wire

You're a Mustang runaway, two-lane drifter

I must have a thing for twisters

Hot as Arizona, cold as Colorado

Trying to catch that feeling like lightning in a bottle

I'm gonna go where the wild wind blows

Tearing up the road, chasing tornadoes

I feel the calm before the storm

Stirring up inside my soul

Waiting on the clouds to come rolling in

Here you come and there I go

'Cause baby, I'm a sidewinder, storm rider

I'm going down like a telephone wire

You're a Mustang runaway, two-lane drifter

I must have a thing for twisters

Hot as Arizona, cold as Colorado

Trying to catch that feeling like lightning in a bottle

I'm gonna go where the wild wind blows

Tearing up the road, chasing tornadoes

Chasing tornadoes

Got me chasing tornadoes